Mischief

Ragnarok ( Modern Myth )

Soraya hung on every one of Baldur's words. Internally, she tried to scold herself for behaving like a swooning little girl, but she was enveloped by the god's presence and was unable to distract herself from him and his speech. Hearing her name come from between his lips made it sound so beautiful. It would pale in comparison in the voice of anyone else, but Soraya didn't think of that now. In her mind, she repeated the new name. Soraya Vidarsdottir. She was the child of Vidar. She didn't remember him from the Norse mythology lessons in high school, but just the name made her chest tighten around her heart.

If Baldur weren't in the room, perhaps she would have begun to think about her parents - well, the humans back home who raised her - and what the story was there. But these thoughts did not come. When Baldur eventually left, it felt as though the light in the shop had dimmed, and all of the objects that had once seemed to stand at attention and glow in his company immediately dulled. Soraya could feel the disappointment sink in. And then she began to think. Just who were her 'parents' and why did they raise her, the two of them? Was she adopted? Did her mother have an affair with a Norse god? Soraya found herself automatically pushing the thoughts away. She didn't want to think about it. Besides, now was hardly the time to start having family issues. She wasn't an adolescent.

The others seemed to recover a little quicker from Baldur's remarkable effect. Soraya hoped desperately that she wasn't the only one who had felt it. Her sbilings' words brought her attention back to the problem at hand - the quest to hunt the Frost Giants. Her heart jumped a little. It sounded like quite the leap, from assistant teacher at a school to killing giants for the gods. Was she even capable of such a feat? Were her brothers and sisters? And most of all, could a group of people who just met work together efficiently enough to take down giants? She was skeptical. I suppose I'll keep my mind open. The best way to learn how to be a pack is to fight and feast together.

She slowly pulled all of her hair over to one side so that she could braid down the entire length of it. Though she had nothing to tie it off, it seemed to hold fairly well due to the weight of her hair. It was a habit she practiced fairly often while she was thinking. Soraya stepped over to Jacob's side, gently putting a hand on his shoulder. "Please remember, we are brothers and sisters. We have been brought together for a purpose - a purpose which our lives depend on. Please, let's not fight. If we are to be a pack and survive, we must keep each other alive." Having said even more than she was comfortable with, Soraya pursed her lips and stepped back and away, somewhat embarrassed.

Ragnarok ( Modern Myth )

I am so in love with this RP lol.

@Boss, I totally love/hate Lucky. I can't decide which won wins over.

Ragnarok ( Modern Myth )

I heard the words "picnic," "eat," and "food." I am here now. Feed me the noms.

Ragnarok ( Modern Myth )

It was all Soraya could do to just nod silently in acceptance of the cryptic response. She was satisfied enough by the answer she had received. Knowledge. Obviously the kîskwehkan iskwew had used her great power to bestow knowledge upon the foreign white man, in what was perhaps his native tongue. The witch said "you'll be getting your own soon enough." Soraya hoped quietly that wasn't a bad thing. Judging by the distracted but harmless way she regarded Soraya, she felt safely planted in the safe zone. She decided to herself not to push her luck with the slightly volatile Elder woman. She would, as she had always done, hold her tongue as long as speaking was unnecessary.

Although she wished to help her 'brother,' the one with the new hand wounds, she knew it was best left to the woman with the poultice, who immediately sprang into action to tend to her injured brother. With that issue being tied up as neatly possible, Soraya resumed looking over her new pelt. It weighed heavily in her hands. The hide itself was sturdy and strong, and the fur was extremely thick. She looked into the empty eyes of the werewolf's head - empty like the witch's own. It sent a shudder through her, though she suppressed it. She swung the hide around, draping the pelt over her shoulders. The skinned head hung on her back like a hood. If she so chose to do so, she could raise it up and place it on her head. Although just looking at and touching it proved its great power, wearing it made a much bigger impact on her. She could feel the weight - the true weight - of the pelt on her shoulders.

There were many questions from the others, which somehow did not surprise Soraya. She was, however, taken aback at how brash and outright rude they could be - namely the other woman. She regularly saw young people such as herself mistreat Elders out of frustration, but she never did understand it. And now her supposed 'sister' was taking a sarcastic tone with a powerful witch who had just displayed her wrath. And how little she thought of it. The shock registered on Soraya's face through expression, but not through words. Perhaps she would have to apologize on behalf of her kin. Perhaps that would prevent any angry actions on behalf of the witch. But for now, she would watch it play through. Maybe the kîskwehkan iskwew had more patience than she had displayed earlier. Soraya hoped silently.

Ragnarok ( Modern Myth )

Oh my goodness, I'm so pumped. Her powers are AWESOME. And very appropriate. Also I love the internal conflict she must be having with her destiny to destroy Fenrir. This is glorious.

Kingdom Guild: Golden City

Well I posted, although it was a short one. Hopefully somebody else comes along and gives their two cents tomorrow? :D

Kingdom Guild: Golden City

It hadn't taken her too long to find the other new girl. Obviously her call had done its job, and Pete played four quick, jolly little notes upon the sight of Ashling shuffle out of her room. With one swift motion the flute was out of Pete's hands and put away in her belt. She planted her hands on her hips as she turned right-side up, walking her way around in a loop. She tutted at Ashling, shaking her head as though disappointed. "Oh Ashling," she said, coming to a stop in front of the sleepy-eyed girl. "You do look as though you've just been rudely awoken from a nap. Naps are for old people, don't cha know!" Pete hooted with laughter quite suddenly, holding her hands on her belly as though she'd told quite a hilarious joke.

Just then Pete's face went serious, and she sat down in mid-air, crossing her legs and tapping her chin. "Now earlier, just this evening, I saw a pack of misfits head out the door off to some adventure. They had Ellie as a leader and everything! Now I'm wondering, why do they get to go and we don't? I say we should've snuck along with them. Why didn't we, Ash? Hmmm."

She was now stroking her chin thoughtfully, sincerely beginning to wonder why she hadn't thought of that earlier. It was a shame she couldn't turn back time and do so. There was one girl in that group with a big frilly dress that Pete so badly wanted to start a mud fight with. She sighed longingly, incredibly disappointed that she was now missing out. She wasn't sure how much more of this boredom she could take. People would soon grow weary of her tricks and pranks, and she'd grow weary of this place. It was already beginning, and she could feel it.

Ragnarok ( Modern Myth )

Elendra said
I will note, that you don't start 12 feet tall. You'll slowly grow that tall as you begin dealing less with mortals and more with the divine. By the time you're huge, you'll be dealing with almost entirely only other huge things.... Exception being the Dwarves.

Oh I know, that's why I was okay stating her height was 5'7". I knew that it happened over time. I just didn't think that her role would change that much. But as long as things are to scale it makes sense. (:

First post from me is up!

Ragnarok ( Modern Myth )

Soraya's heart was pounding as she stepped into the shop. She had gone on her journey to California in somber silence, unaffected by the glorious quest she had begun. But now, being in the place she'd been instructed to go to, she suddenly felt like it was the first day of the rest of her life. As soon as she stepped foot in the shop and saw the old woman working behind the counter, it felt as though there was too much air in the room. An invisible force was pressing down on her shoulders, but she braved the fear and stepped forward anyway.

There were others here. No one she recognized, no one who gave her a sense of familiarity, but there was a bond there - even if she didn't fully realize it. The ravens had told her of them, her "kin" they had said. Soraya scanned over each of them, trying to get a sense of who they might be. She was able to take in all of them (feeling somewhat disappointed to see only one other woman) and their features, and their faces were now embedded in her memory. Now familiar with the other group members, she took in the shop. She scanned over all of the cheap costumes and novelty fake weapons adorning the walls. There was little to see here, so she quickly moved on to the elderly woman manning the shop. The floorboards creaked as Soraya came to a full stop a few feet from the counter. The old woman had her eyes closed, but she was not exactly blind, Soraya thought. The suspicion was confirmed as she felt a heavy gaze come over her, then move on momentarily.

Suddenly the shop became dark. Spinning around, Soraya saw that the blinds had been drawn and the door sign flipped over. With a sharp impact, a thought hit Soraya: kîskwehkan iskwew. Witch. The words invoked a feeling of fear, but also of great respect. The old woman was powerful indeed. Although Soraya's culture fostered an incredibly strong love and respect for all elders, knowing the old woman was kîskwehkan iskwew nearly drew the breath from her lungs.

The Cree woman waited silently as the elder gave the dark-haired, tall white man a gift, in exchange for his sack of gold coins. She avoided looking, however, when the old woman's wrinkled eyelid slid back to reveal an empty black socket, somehow still giving her vision. When it came to be Soraya's turn, though, she found it in herself to look levelly at the woman with the respect she was owed. When she had received her payment, the witch handed Soraya a wolf hide, explaining that it was from a werewolf. She bowed her head in thanks. Soraya's heart ached for her brother that had suffered such a fate, but silently thanked him for this gift. She held it close to her with pride, and waited again while the others got their gifts. She nearly winced at one man's gift of wolf teeth. She thanked that wolf for their gift as well.

Apparently the witch did not like to be crossed, as the most unremarkable-looking man of the group received two stab wounds as his gift. Soraya saw a coin fall to the ground, and realized that he had tried to scam the witch. She sympathized with him - the punishment was more than extreme - but was glad that she regarded the woman with such respect. Hopefully that would save her from receiving the same treatment.

Although she hesitated to speak, Soraya knew that this opportunity would not come again. Although the ravens had chattered and quipped away to reveal much about her destiny, of course there was still so much to ask. The dark-haired man with the rifle asked one of the questions she'd been pondering, in an unfamiliar accent, but he did not receive an answer. Instead, he was dismissed quite quickly. But then the witch began speaking to him, with much more thought, in an unidentifiable language. Soraya tried to listen but couldn't understand a single word of it. She stole a few glances to her new 'brother,' who after some time closed his eyes and seemed to disappear from the room. Too curious to hold her tongue, Soraya had to ask. "What's happened to him?"

Ragnarok ( Modern Myth )

Oh okay, well then it makes a lot more sense for me to make it last priority for her. I am much more satisfied with her attributes/priorities now.